("Amapola", Flowergirl, Bas Hoeben) Al Ultimately this is my place,
I bend in the road, sniffing
my refuge, sought and found
my place of resignations and denunciations, claims
between honey and wet rain
early and late, awaiting word
and evidence
where I have more to write in order to live
or maybe just live keep writing
Al After
is here where I can build my world
with the stones of the verses
floor and lift with the same stone walls
to my song after all this is just
that the site of my tears dark
foam of my laughter, my remote
penalties
where I can speak between lines of delirium delirium
to keep feeling alive
to invent
thousand muses while being my verse.
the end of the day is here
(because it is not elsewhere)
where I can throw the letter of my last pack and hold
crimes chains that bind me where I can to stain free
where I am than where
life I can drink and still be
word where I can go where I can understand
love poem.
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